#Zombie bakugou

[beetlesau]

!zombie Bakugou x reader, Warm Bodies

Chapter 4, woah woah chapter 4? chapter 4.

He snarled and in one motion, picked you both up off the floor, holding you aloft by the scruff of your sweater. Your feet dangled above the ground as he examined you, turning you easily from side to side. 

Laughing awkwardly in fear at his raw strength was all you could manage to do as he held you like a ragdoll. 

His eyes snapped up to your mouth, listening to the noise it created. If you weren't in this situation, you might compare him to a dog hearing a new sound. Well. like, an angry-looking dog. He cocked his head ever so slightly but his eyebrows were so scrunched, that from your angle you could no longer see his eyes. 

And then, he put you down. And you stood there. For a while. 

"Should I... run? Should I say something? Uh....." As far as you were concerned this was not standard protocol for dealing with a Dead. However, this one was the one in control at this moment so you weren't sure what "protocol" you even meant. 

After all your fear and hesitation died down, you decided to take a step backward. 

The creature, man, Dead, thing, growled and squinted at you, but did not move otherwise. 

So you figured you would test out the other direction. The one that led to the door, the exit. You slowly rotated and took a single small step. You didn't get far this time because, in an instant, his arm snapped out and pushed you back with ease. 

"Ah-ha Okay Hey easy man, easy." You held your arms up defensively and backed up further this time. You backed up to the farthest wall and pressed yourself against it for support. 

This staring contest went on for the longest time. Eventually, you'd slid down the wall into a sitting position, and then finally laid out on the floor. You were too damn tired to keep up with your fear. Maybe you'd wake up to him eating you. Maybe you could die peacefully in your sleep. 

Or maybe, he'd be standing there STILL when you woke up a whole six. hours. later. 

You rolled over at one point and woke up facing the wall. When you turned to look at your prison guard he was still there. Only now, after a much-needed sleep (despite it being on the cold hard floor) you could take him in with new eyes. And a bit less fear... A bit. 

You could see now that his skin was just dirty, not rotted. You'd made his features a lot more scary in your nightmare than what was really in front of you. 

You rolled your eyes. It was odd. You were the most cautious person alive in the world, (not that that meant much) but here you were staring down the beast, and with no more hesitation, you approached him. 

He growled a warning if you were to attempt to leave again, but was silenced by a hand on his mouth. 

"Fuck it. Absolutely fuck. it." You were going to die, and before that happened you were going to get a good look at your killer. 

You pushed your fingers to his upper lip and barred his canines. 

Not the jagged nails you'd dreamed them to be. His eyes were not glazed over, they were simply red and burning. His hair, however, was indeed a mess. There was dirt and who knows what else stuck in its tangles. 

You sighed. All this touching and closeness and he still hadn't eaten you. However, if looks could kill, you'd be dead many times over with the way this guy stared. 

You took a step instead this time to the left, towards the kitchen. He growled and went to put out his hand but you weren't having it this time. You put your own hand up to give him the one-finger "wait" gesture and hoped he would understand. With all the confidence the outside of you had, the inside was screaming to high heaven. 

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD" 

But you carried on, headed to the sink, and pulled out your old but clean washrags from the cabinet. You turned the faucet on and waited for the rusty brown water to clear from the line. There was no hot water of course, but anything was better than nothing. With a dampened cloth you returned to your... captor? Guest? ... you returned to the Dead standing in the middle of your apartment. 

"Uh, here. I made this for you... obviously. You saw me make it. I- Uh, I just mean it's to get you cleaned up. Here." you held out your offering awkwardly as you waited for him to take it. Or do something at all, besides look angry.

"Alright... I can do it. Here, let me." you lifted the rag to his cheek and as the cool water touched his face he finally reacted. Poorly. 

He flinched away swatting his hand at you loosely, a grimace at the waters touch. 

"Hey! Stop it! Don't be a baby I'm just trying to help like you asked me to in my sleep." you played with the rag in your hands. He gave no sign of understanding but you couldn't stop talking. You were lonely. All you'd ever had was Dead to talk to, so this felt as comfortable a thing to do as talking to your Dead pals in the car pen. 

"Crazy weird, right? When I got knocked out yesterday I had a nightmar-- I mean, a dream about you." you back peddled as if he would be offended by the word "nightmare"

You said you needed my help, but like, also said you didn't need my help? I'm not sure, after I saved you from that crate, I--"

Something you said must have triggered him because out of nowhere he was fuming. He threw his arms up and turned away from you to pace back and forth. He wasn't exactly fast, you noted. Seemed to have a slight limp, which was understandable considering, you know, his death status and all. He was growling incoherently like if he could he'd be stringing a line of expletive words at you. "Uh, was it something I said?" ignored.

"Crate?" nothing.

"Nightmare? Cause I mean in all fairness, it was." still pacing.

"saved you? Help?" bingo. 

He stopped in his tracks and bared his teeth at you in a childish way. You actually couldn't help the smile that broke over your face.

"Ummm, what you don't like that I saved you?" he marched over and towered above you, his chest heaving. "Okaay, well I did. You know that, right? You weren't getting out of that crate alone, buddy." for a moment you'd forgotten the danger of the situation you were in. You'd nearly forgotten that the person before you was not human anymore. You were reminded of that fact very quickly as you heatedly went to push his chest away from you. As soon as your hand applied pressure, he was shoving you to the ground, his fingernails nearly ripping into the arm you'd held out at him. 

As fast as it had started, it ended. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head to the side, plunging into your neck violently. Time slowed to a crawl in your mind as you could feel his teeth sink into your flesh. Eyes wide and wild, your lungs air was stolen from shock, you intended to use the last of your breath to scream, but all that came out was a whispered: "save me".

His teeth were lodged around your neck, not yet breaking the skin, but god did it feel like it. It seemed as though he was stuck there in that position. Maybe between standing between the vail of Death and a shred of humanity. fighting an instinct to rip you to shreds. 

His breathing was hot and heavy, it smelt like copper and earth. His saliva pooled in the divot of your throat. 

Then he released you. 

By the time you came out of your utter shock, you scanned the room from your place on the floor.

He was gone. For now. 

[doodlejoops]

I had a need.

[oh-katsuki]

a little zombie apocalypse katsuki!au drabble. my twd rewatch is giving me many thoughts...

cw: apocalypse au, reader is alone, mentions of death, implications of child death, grief mentions, reader is described as a "little thing" but that's more just the way katsuki talks, katsuki is a little gruff but he means well, guns, weapons, general apocalypse thoughts, mentions of zombies but we follow the "never call them a zombie" rule, katsuki and reader meeting for the first time, etc

the light of your fire is dim, embers burning low as you sit in a foldable chair beside it. you've got a metal spatula in your hand. you're not sure why you grabbed it when things went to shit, but panic does weird things to the mind. this, along with a few other oddities, are all you managed to take from your house when the world fell to ruin. everything else are things scavenged along the way or from people you'd met, joined, and lost.

the night is near silent and trees creak and crack like the hulls of great ships under heavy pressure, but the birds don't sing and nothing in the crowded wood you're taking shelter in makes a sound. well, except for you and the gentle crackle of your fire.

your head is on a swivel. it has been for months. ever since the outbreak, ever since the dead rose and began consuming and infecting the living, you've kept watch. a paranoid, never ending cycle that you suppose—if left on your own—will burn itself out. you swallow thick and return your attention to the fire, watching the tree line just in front of you for any hint of movement or monsters.

a branch cracks just behind you. a swift sound, followed by rapid footsteps. you stand, quickly turning your head, only to see a a figure a few feet away from you. they move quickly and the dancing light of the fire obscures their features from view. their eyes, most importantly. you can always tell if someone is dead or alive based on their eyes. in this light, should this stranger have that milky white film over them, you wouldn't be able to tell.

you make a small noise, something between a whimper and a shout, as the person comes to a stop in front of you and holds a gun directly between your eyes. the living. this person is alive. you're not sure at this point if encountering one of the dead would have been worse.

"drop your weapon," he says in a hurried voice. it's aggressive and threatening. it comes from deep in his chest.

you raise your shaky hands to your head quickly at the order, screwing your eyes shut as if looking in theirs would be a cause for attack.

"i-it's not a weapon!" you shout, voice cracking. "it's- it's a sp-spatula. it's a spatula."

the words are rushed and heavy, fear seizing your chest as you look down the barrel of the gun. the firelight glints off of it and you can make out the person behind the barrel's features. he's big, blonde under the grime, you think. a man. not the best thing to encounter alone at night in times like these.

you see him hesitate for a moment, eyes darting between you and the silver kitchen item in your hand. you drop it quickly.

"do you have a weapon on you?" he questions, voice a little less urgent.

you shake your head in response and then shakily look beside the chair. there's a knife there and a pistol with no bullets. you're a poor shot and you'd run out of ammo the previous week. he glances to it, the gun still raised at you, and sidesteps to grab them. when he does, he cautiously lowers the weapon. you start to lower your trembling hands.

then, as if struck by some realization, the man stomps towards the fire and you jump as he does.

"the fuck are you doing lighting a fire?" he says angrily. "those things may be dead, but they can still fuckin' see. that's a good way to get yourself killed."

he stomps out the fire as he talks, urgently stamping out what's left of the low-burning logs.

"i- i didn't think there were many in the area," you justify, furrowing your eyebrows as you step away from him.

"and that's a risk you want to take?" he says indignantly. you wonder briefly what business he has worrying about you.

"what do you want?" you snap, "my food? weapons? life? what is it?"

the man scoffs, "jesus, none of that."

you narrow your eyes and take a step back.

"not all people who camp out in the woods are good," he says. "but i sure as shit didn't expect to find some little thing like you alone lighting a damn fire. stupid."

"there were more," you say indignantly, like somehow that makes it better. "force of habit, i guess."

the man pauses for a moment as understanding passes between the two of you. it's a relatable feeling. everyone has lost someone now. you just happened to lose everyone.

"got a name?" he asks.

you hesitate in giving it to him before deciding what it could hurt. the man nods as if he likes the sound of it.

"i'm katsuki," he furrows his eyebrows. "you're alone?"

you nod, swallowing down the grief that pushes at your throat.

"wasn't always," you respond, "but yeah. now i am."

he nods his understanding.

"come with me."

"where?" you say instinctively, a defensive edge to your voice. katsuki looks at you like your stupid, or maybe it's pity, like you're a wounded animal. probably both.

"where the fuck do you think?" he retorts. "we've got a camp a little ways from here. i saw your fire from one of the watch posts we have stationed around the place."

you look at him like he's a little crazy for even thinking to bring you there.

he scoffs and rolls his head over his shoulder. "look, we've got men and women," then he pauses, "used to have children. we're not gonna hurt you. world's gone to shit, do you really wanna keep at it alone?"

he's probably right. you've been alone for weeks now, exhausted for longer, and though your common sense tells you not to go off with a strange man in this kind of world, the promise of community is far too tempting. you nod and glance back to your camp. a measly collection of supplies.

"we'll come back for it when it's light," he says. "i don't know about you, but i'd rather not spend longer in these dark ass woods than i have to."

"okay," you say. the presence of another person both sets you on edge and makes you feel the fatigue even more. a gun's barrel on your nose followed by the promise of safety and you're going with him? you must be stupider than a horror movie protagonist. "do you take in a lot of strays?"

katsuki looks over his shoulder and you think you see him smile a little at the phrase.

"if that's what you want to call it," he says begrudgingly. "me less than the rest." then, with a softer tone of voice, barely noticeable with the quiet whisper you both have been speaking at. "i'm sure the others won't mind one more."

[taintedashes]

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He should be dead by now, or at least succumbing to the mindless and endless urge for human flesh. However, Izuku has to wonder as he touches his forearm's uneven and lacerated skin why he hasn't turned yet.

(In which calamity ravages their world and Izuku is taken in by a group of weary survivors who come together and by any means necessary, try to persevere.)

[sugolara]

𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Feet crunching orange leaves and sticks, Katsuki, F/n, and Izuku walk through a forest that surrounds a city where a sanctuary is being held; Rhote. Although they were thankful for the cool air and for the moon to be up, they had to be wary as rotters seem to be more active at night.

They would glance at every noise that critters would make and even their own footsteps thinking someone would pounce on them. After countless of restless nights and coming across terrible people, it was evident that paranoia was seeping through.

Yawning and rubbing her eyes, F/n look ahead, “Please, let there be a house nearby or atleast a car.” 

Swatting flies that flew around him and groaning in annoyance, Katsuki looked around, “I doubt it. There’s nothing but trees and fucking bugs. It’s pissing me off.”

“Maybe they are attracted to you because you smell.” F/n shrugged innocently.

Katsuki mockingly laugh and harshly bumped into her, “Aren’t you fucking funny. You smell too.” 

“I meant it in a nice way.” F/n said as she peered at him. 

He scoffs, “There is no nice way when you’re covered in dirt, blood and sweat.”

“Keep it down.” Izuku began as his eyes wandered, “If someone’s nearby they’ll hear us. We don’t have enough strength to fight.” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes and stared at F/n, he then jokes, “We can sacrifice her.”

The girl gave him a look as Izuku shook his head. He knows that Katsuki’s trying to brighten the mood up. It felt like forever since they all had shared a laugh and that felt weird to Izuku, considering the fact that he himself was all about smiles. 

But he could tell that he was slowly slipping away.

“You guys see that?” F/n pointed to her right as a wide building with an open area stood ahead.

The males looked over, squinting in the dark as a couple wooden boxes were placed outside, “...A warehouse?”

 “Let’s go.” Izuku says and the two behind him follow. 

Sneakily crouching behind a few bushes, the three look around to see if they could spot any sign of human existence, but because it was dark and the tree's shadow covered the ground they couldn’t see shoeprints.

With a machete, pistol, and combat knife in hand, they make their way to the front of the warehouse. With no chains or locks around the wide double doors, they enter and shut it behind them.

“Oh my…” F/n says as her eyes widen at the shelfs of supplies. 

“This is months, maybe years of supplies…” Izuku’s eyes felt like they were beginning to water. 

Snapping out of his daze, Katsuki looks around and finds a couple of duffel bags, he then hands it to his friends, “We should hurry and get whatever we need. Someone isn’t dumb enough to leave all this behind.”

“Kacchan’s right. Whoever lives here might come back.” With that, the three separated; Katsuki in the front, Izuku in the middle, and F/n in the back near some small rooms. While Katsuki packed medical supplies and Izuku packed food, F/n filled her bag with ammo.

She smiled, mostly from relief as she and her friends would have guns to protect them with countless ammo. Every weapon she picked up, she made sure that the correct ammo was there. 

But as she filled her duffel bag the sound of a gun cocking and pressing against the back of her head made her stay still. 

“Try anything and I’ll shoot.” A cold whispered voice said.

Was this person dumb enough to not realize that guns were laying neatly around her?

Shaking her thoughts, F/n raised her hands to where the figure could see them and whispered, “Fuck.”

“Stand up.” He says and watches every movement that F/n makes. His fingers on the trigger in case she decides to pull something, “Are you alone?” 

Not wanting to endanger Izuku and Katsuki, her e/c eyes stare at the two toned hair male with a scar on his right eye, “Yes. Look, I don't want any trouble. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be out of your way. I’ll never come back.”

The male scoffs as he doesn’t want to take any chances, “No.” 

Taking his answer, F/n quickly shifts to her side and hooks her arm underneath the male’s gun and elbows him on the stomach. 

Surprised by her sudden movement, the male drops his gun which gives F/n an opportunity to go after it but she doesn’t make it as the male trips her causing both to fall. 

They grunt as they both try to get the upper hand, hitting, punching, and pulling. As F/n kicks the scar male to a shelf, which causes items to fall and make loud noises, she’s a couple steps away from the gun and as her hand almost reaches it, the male shoves her into the ground and sits on top of her back as to not let her get away.

The gun slides a bit forward as F/n claws at the male's arm that reaches around her neck.

From the front of the warehouse, Izuku and Katsuki's ears perked up as the noises of things clashing and grunts caught their attention. They let their bags drop and run to their friend, worried she might be in danger as she hadn’t let a noise out.

The sound of choking and grunting got louder as the males got closer and closer. 

With her fingertips holding the handle of the pistol, she fully grabs it but her hand is slammed down from the force of the male. 

Reaching the gun again, both of their hands held onto it, their sounds of struggling caused them to be deaf from the rushing footsteps of Izuku and Katsuki.

Upon finding their friend, Izuku’s and Katsuki’s eyes widened as they recognized the male. A feeling of relief is lifted off their shoulders. 

As Izuku takes a step forward and calls his name out, a sudden gunshot rings through the building, echoing in every ear as a sudden frightened and worried look is in everyone’s faces.

[helixol]

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got to do a piece for the MHA horror bang over on twt :)

the accompanying fic by samsaur is on AO3. it is so good! it has some audiobook-style journals from the bakusquad, ft. krbk, srrk, and lots of zombie trauma 😈

[wavy-gorl]

it's been like a day, can we get confirmation that we're not hallucinating?

[thelastidiot29]

A Couple a' Blockheads

Katsuki Bakugou

Zombie Apocalypse AU

TW!! Slight singular use of the word "cripple." Might be offensive to some.

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Fire ran through his biceps, climbed down to his wrists as he pulled, further, until he was high enough to grab the wood of the chipping fence. He climbed, grimacing at the moans and grumbles of the beasts below him. They roared and jeered. Their reaping stentch enough to make a stable cow gag. Even so, he hauled himself over the fence and his spine hit the balcony. He was left a gasping mess.

"Fuck!" Katsuki blew.

A breath later, or maybe two, and he was sprawling on his side, grabbing the nearest wall and climbing to his feet. He limped closer to it on his bleeding leg, grunting and seething.

Katsuki couldn't help but snort. How the hell did he get here? Pressed against a wall, bleeding, with a hoard of no-brained, undead lurking below, waiting to claw his guts out and feast. Like hell that was happening.

Gripping the wall and feeling the roughness of the rocks that bricked the building run across his palm, he limped over to the nearest window. Then, without a second of thinking, he slammed his elbow against the pane and watched it shatter. He swung an arm around to his back and returned with a handgun and aimed the small sized pistol around the room before declaring it safe to climb through.

Avoiding glass shards, he grabbed the end of the window and pulled himself inside. He gave a second to scan the small little bedroom then bolted to loot the place. Well, as fast as he could on an injured leg. He rummaged through dressers, desks, and wardrobes. All empty. He ducked under the bed and saw nothing.

Not nothing.

The small outline of something, hidden in the darkness. He kneeled and hissed at the ass kicking his injury provided. Katsuki fell on his chest, pressing his face against the floor and stretching his arm far beneath the mattress. It was a box, he could tell when he knocked it further back with the tip of his finger.

Katsuki groaned, "Come on.."

He flexed his shoulder, his hand, his forearm, stretched as far as he could and gasped when he felt the curvature of a small plastic handle.

"Oh, hell yeah." He grinned, pulling the box towards him, moving to pull it into his lap. Holding the grin, he pulled off the lid. Then, his grin fell. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against his skull, and a few short uneven breaths came from the person behind him.

The person cocked the gun, it clicked. A soft, yet stern voice of a woman said, "Put it back."

Katsuki didn't. "Go to hell."

"I will shoot."

"Oh yeah?"

His head was pushed forward with the gun and he grunted. With a sigh, Katsuki dropped the box, used his good foot to kick it back under the bed, and raise his hands above his head.

"Can you stop waving that thing around now?" He snarked, but was mentally running through his options. He decided the only one that would end with him alive was doing what they said. So he held his hands there, and didn't press back against the pistol's barrel.

"Who are you? Why- why are you here?"

"Put the damn gun down!"

"I want a name."

Katsuki blew a breath. "Bakugou. Happy?"

"A full name."

He blew another, through gritted teeth. "Katsuki Bakugou, want a middle name too?"

The girl pulled the gun back, only a little, "Why are you here?"

"Why the hell else?!" Katsuki snapped, his patience running thin, "I got chased by a bunch a' Blockheads. I saw a house. I went inside the house. Are you stupid?"

"Blockheads?"

"So that's a yes? Great. A trigger happy fool. The dead people! The hell do you call them?! The-"

"The dead."

Katsuki pressed his lips closed. And after a second that dragged on for ten, the gun left his head, and the girl stepped away from him. He grabbed the bed, used it to climb up and stand, cursing and seething every chance he got. Slowly, cautiously, he wheeled around to face his perpetrator, and found the pastel green eyes of a girl who looked nothing like what he expected to find.

Her face was soft, clear of scars or cuts, clean. Her eyes were green and bright, full of something. Something he thought was lost a while ago;

Humanity.

He knitted his brows together, finding a second to scan over her. Her small frame, the pink strands of hair that bled through the mass of brown.

She looked down, her eyes going wide. She gasped and jumped away from him, tugging the bag at her flank backwards when it swung. Before Katsuki could blink, the gun was pointed at him again.

"The hell?!–"

"You're bitten?!"

Katsuki looked down at himself. He expected to find just that. The bite of one of those heinous blockheads, the thought managing to spark the smallest amount of fear through his chest. But, all he found was the injury on his legs, the bloody mess now poking out from his pants leg. Damn, he really needed to cover that.

He looked back up, hiding the relief that spread over his face. "No. I was caught in a bear trap."

"A bear trap?! You can't expect me to believe that, you're standing right now!

He snarled, "Trust me, hurts like hell."

"Prove it!" She stepped backwards, stumbling over the leg of the nightstand. Her eyes were wide, and she trained the gun on him, steadily.

He raised his hands back over his head. He was frankly tired of her, and debated taking his gun out and shooting her in the shoulder. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, snarled, and calmly said, "If I was bitten then I'd have a fever. I'd have a fever and dizzy spells."

Her face softened only a bit, and only for a moment.

"I'm standing perfectly fine, ain't I? But, unfortunately you aren't coming near me to check my temperature."

"So, you expect me to trust you?"

He ignored her, "You're holding the gun wrong."

"What?! I know how to hold a gun!"

"Then unlock your elbows." Katsuki snarled.

Her eyes shifted down to her own arms, and with a deep breath, she loosened her elbows.

"Great. Now put it down." Katsuki nodded to the bed.

She looked at it, then back at him. "You don't get to bark orders. If you couldn't tell, I'm holding the gun at you."

"You're shaking, and tense." He snarked back, his eyes almost daring her to prove him wrong. Daring, with utmost confidence. "You aren't gonna shoot me."

"I could."

"You won't."

"I could. That should be enough for you to stop talking."

"Save us both some time, dumbass." Katsuki dropped his hands, and growled at the sudden pain shooting through his leg. He waved her off and sat on the bed, ignoring the gun aimed at his head. "Drop it."

He paid her no mind, grabbing a fist full of the end of his pants and pulling it on the bed. The loose blue jeans were repainted to brown and red, mixture of dirt and the blood spilling from his leg. He sucked his teeth, pressed a hand around the injury and stopped himself from biting his tongue.

"You have to clean that before–"

A crash, loud and obnoxious, a roaring crash came from the door and was followed by groans.

Katsuki whipped his head around to the threshold. The door was forced open with the mangled face of a monster and it made him stiffen and reach for the gun stuffed in his pants against his back. The moment his hand wrapped around the pistol, the firing sound of lead sliced through the air and it didn't come from his gun. The Blockhead fell against the wall, and slid to the floor without a sound.

The girl held the gun out, aimed in front of her when Katsuki turned back to her. Her chest was heaving, and it took a moment before she was pushing the gun into her belt.

She scoffed, "See? I know how to use a gun."

"How the hell did that get in here?!" Katsuki demanded, now glaring, glaring daggers full of accusations.

She must've done something wrong, left a door unlocked, didn't barricade the windows on the bottom floor. Wasn't this where she was staying? How could she be that careless?

"I don't know." She said, and she was a little too calm and Katsuki was inclined to start throwing things. She kneeled down, reached under the bed. "This isn't my place."

"The hell it isn't!"

She re-emerged, the unlidded box in hand, "I came here for loot."

"I came here for loot, and you pulled a goddamn gun on me!"

"You were gonna steal my loot."

"Well that's a load of–"

She looked up, those green eyes were soft. She looked sorry, apologetic. It almost pissed him off more, "Catch."

She tossed a small bottle, and Katsuki caught it in his hand. In printed text it read an unfamiliar name and; Oxycodone. Yeah. Now he was pissed.

"There's medicine in there?!" Katsuki tried to jump up, and the moment he tried he yelled out in overwhelming pain. "Oh you son of a-!"

"Sorry." She said, and it sounded sincere. "You've survived this long at the end of the world, so you have to be smart enough to take care of yourself. There is ammunition downstairs if you're low, I didn't get to grab it. Maybe we'll meet again."

"Yeah, in hell. I will put a bullet in your head, come back here!" He pulled himself off the bed with his gun, red with hot, hot rage. He limped closer to her as she moved further to the window.

She put a leg through, "Goodbye, Katsuki Bakugou."

She cradled the box closer to her chest and ducked through the shattered window.

Katsuki kept moving on his burning leg, kept moving until he could grab the wall for support. "You can't leave without splitting those supplies. Your bullet is going to bring every Blockhead for three miles to this house."

"I need this stuff more than you."

"You are perfectly fine!"

"Well, someone I love isn't."

Katsuki turned his head back. More groans echoed outside the door. More, lots. He could hardly stand, and he only had nine bullets left. Katsuki straightened his back against the wall, aimed his gun at the door and waited for the first face to appear.

It did, he shot is, straight through the eye. It collapsed on the ground and he waited for the next, "Give me the medicine, or I swear to God–"

"Come on."

He faltered, "What?"

"You aren't gonna live if you stay here. You shouldn't be worrying about the medicine."

"How touching. Three seconds ago you were prepared to leave my ass!"

"Come on."

"I don't need your help!" Katsuki shouted, firing his gun at the next sonofabitch, then the next. "I need what I came here for."

"Are you stupid?"

"The hell did you just say to me?!"

"Fine. Stay here and die then."

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder for a moment, and the girl shuffled away from the window. The box was now on the floor empty, and she pulled the strap of her bag over her head and started walking.

He looked back, firing one more bullet at one of the moaning Blockheads then shot for the window. He cursed himself, cursed and scolded himself for even thinking about accepting help.

He ducked through the shattered gap, "Wait! Fine, I'm coming."

Maybe she was gone, already fled the place. That's what he thought until he felt an arm grab his and haul him through the window. Katsuki grunted, pulled his injured leg through, seething when his wound hit the outline of the gap. Then, when both of his feet were on the ground, the girl hoisted his arm over her shoulder.

"I don't need your help." He said, but made no effort to pull away. Instead, he let himself put his weight on her. The pressure released from his leg and immediately the pain shrunk down to almost nothing. He drew in a deep breath, "I don't need your help, or pity."

"You know, most people say thank you." She replied and started pulling them both forwards.

Katsuki staggered on his feet, resisting the need to gasp every time he took a step. The monstrous groans and grumbles of the Blockheads below him managed to pump his heart a little faster than he would like.

"Okay, so what's your plan? We are on a balcony, seven feet above a sea of idiots." Katsuki said. Then, he glanced over the fence at the horde.

The girl was silent for a moment. He almost repeated the question, opened his mouth to snark out some sarcastic witless comment. But, then she drew a breath and he snapped his mouth shut.

"That's the complicated part. The plan is complicated now that I'm carrying a cripple."

He whipped a glare at her, surprised to find a playful grin staring back. Still he scoffed, loud, to make sure to catch her attention so she could linger on his next words. "You are hardly carrying me."

"If I moved right now, you'd collapse over that fence." She nodded towards the red wood lining of the fence. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, pulled Katsuki's arm a bit. "My plan was to just maneuver over rooftops. But, like I said, you complicate things."

"Let's do it."

"What?" She stopped at the end of the balcony.

Katsuki pulled away from her. He forced himself on both his feet, and immediately regretted it. A sharp sting shot up his leg and he had to chomp down on his tongue to prevent himself from yelling.

He stood, and ignored the fact that his legs were trembling, "I can make it."

"Hah… haha." The girl laughed sarcastically. "...No."

"I can. I've done more with worse." He deadpanned.

"You're insane."

"Maybe it's why I'm still alive."

"No, it's why you won't be alive in about ten minutes."

"Bite me." Katsuki snarled.

"I won't be the reason you're dead. You are bleeding! You- you can't be serious." Her mouth fell open a little.

Katsuki gritted his teeth. With determination, he took a step forward, then another. He grabbed the rail of the fence, pulled himself on top of it.

The girl's footsteps shuffled slowly behind him, "Oh my God, he's serious…"

Katsuki looked up at the roof shingles nearly in reach. He ignored the burning in his leg, ignored it like it didn't exist. He didn't attempt to put more weight on his other leg, he completely ignored it.

He gritted his teeth, "Give me a boost."

"Me? You are two times bigger than me, and my weight will be divided on the skinny surface of a fence."

"It will be easier for you to lift me up from down here than you pulling me from up top."

"How do I know you won't leave me?"

Katsuki looked down at the girl, "Because I need that medicine. More than just some painkillers."

"I never told you I'd give you any." She shuffled. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the discomfort in her face, at the way a frown dug into her features. Her green eyes avoided his, "I told you, I need it more."

Katsuki scanned over her, spotting the strands of hair dyed in her bangs. "I won't leave you, Pinkstreak."

Her face twisted, but she climbed onto the balcony fence next to him. Katsuki moved over, and she evened her feet on the wooden plank. Their conversation turned to silence, the Brunette folding her fingers around each other, and Katsuki waited until she was ready and he lifted his good leg and stepped into her hand. All of his weight was left pushing into the torn skin of his wound and he resisted a reaction.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

He almost scoffed at the concern painted on her. With a roll of his shoulders, and a deep breath, he nodded. He felt her hand start to lift upwards, and that's when he stepped up against her tied palms. The shingles of the roof were inches from reach, and the moment he grabbed the roof the girl's hands pushed him up higher and made his climb easier. Katsuki grabbed at it. He positioned his elbows on the surface and pulled himself with his shoulders. Soon, he was able to swing one arm up, and then the other. Breathing heavily, with intense gasps, he fell back flat on the roof's surface and seethed at his pestering leg.

"Are you alright?"

Katsuki combed his hand through the tangled blonde on his head. His chest heaving, his heart racing, and he realized the chills spreading down his arms and the exhaustion blowing on his neck. He probably was running a fever by now Shit.

He rolled himself over, gathered himself back on two knees. "I'm fine."

When Katsuki peered over the roof's ledge he saw the girl, her feet planted on the fence, and her eyes staring up. Then, her eyes met his, and he could swear he saw a look of relief pass over her face.

She pulled the satchel bag closer to her hip, "Alright, then help me up."

With an eye roll and a snort, he leaned down and stretched out his hand, "Come on up, Pinkstreak."

"My name is Amai." She spoke softly, he almost didn't hear her. "Amai Tsuyuki."

"I think I'll stick with Pinkstreak."

I know you kids prefer the x readers. You load of simps. But, Amai has been an OC close to my heart for years now and I'd like the opportunity to share her. So yes, I am telling you that thus is an x Oc story at the end, with the hope that you gave it a chance first.

I plan on making a part two if people like this, and definitely some CU content with her. She's a darling, you'll love her. I swear.

[birinboom]

Not me having an idea whilst in the shower this morning about a continuation to my Bakugou post-apocalyptic AU. I blame @willowser

He finds out that we've been hired to go on a mission to a dangerous place, one he's familiar with. and now he's hellbent on coming too

Bakugou has joined your party (whether you want him to or not)

[beetlesau]

Chapter 9 That's the sound a heart makes

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Lubb-Dub is what the internet said was medically accurate, don't @ me

link to previous chapters below

"Katsuki?" you shook him lightly at first, then with rough panicked motions. His body was slack and unresponsive. 

"Shit... shit! What is going on!? Hello!?"

You had no idea what to do. He didn't have a pulse, it's not like you could check that.

And he didn't have a heartbeat, you couldn't imagine CPR would work, but that didn't stop you from giving him chest compressions a couple of times over. 

When that didn't yield results all you could think about was how you needed to get his body back to the house. It was unlikely that it would help, but you were a bit short on solutions.

Now there was the problem of how heavy he was. Or maybe the problem was how weak you were. Even with your adrenaline rush, you could only move him a few feet before the burn in your legs made your muscles cramp up. 

"Think. THINK." you paced a moment, hands compressing your skull in an attempt to focus harder. 

"Oh god..." 

You weren't strong enough to move him, but maybe if you had help. 

If Katsuki was conscious right now he'd be fuming at the idea running through your head. 

"Well, you can't get mad at me right now, can you?" you spat back at your imagined argument with him. 

You needed help. And the only moving bodies close by would be the Dead back in the new community area. 

Maybe they're rehabilitated just enough to help me... or they'll eat me. You didn't bother to weigh the pros and cons as you sprinted back to the houses. 

Out of breath and sweating when you arrived back, you shook the fence and shouted before reaching the gate.

"Help! Hey! Come out here, please! I need your help!" the yelling and rattling alerted the small residents as they slowly trotted their way down the fenceline with you, meeting you at the gate.

"PLEASE. Listen to me," you begged that whatever improvements they'd made allowed them to understand the urgency and sincerity in your voice. "Bakugo is in trouble. I NEED you to come help me carry him back home. I NEED you to not EAT me, Okay? Please." Oh god, please. 

You took a deep breath as your hand lingered on the latch before opening it. 

"You could run away. You could forget about the Dead. You could find a new place to live, far away that even if Katsuki did come back he wouldn't find you. This was never meant for you. You deserve to be alone."

"NO!" you screamed before pulling the latch and letting the gate swing open. You didn't have time for any intrusive thoughts. And besides that, you knew without a doubt you never wanted to go back to how things were. You didn't want to go without Katsuki. Which is how you knew that the freed Dead would help you. They HAD to help you. There was no other way.

You turned to lead the Dead to his body before they had a chance to pass the threshold. "Follow. Me." you didn't ask, you commanded. 

And they listened, whether to eat you or to help you didn't matter now. 

It felt like the run-back took years longer than the run-away.

You hadn't looked back to see if they were running along with you, you could hear them. They weren't nearly as fast as Katsuki had been. Their sounds were simple ragged breaths that didn't hold any of the bite you'd experienced earlier that day. 

Finally, there he was, right where you left him. His body is motionless on the ground.

You hoped that he'd be awake by the time you got back. Just a false alarm. Maybe he'd be gone, searching around for you. Or he'd be sitting up there, nursing a headache. Something, anything. 

You were gasping, kneeling beside him. You held his hand in yours as you waited for the distant panting to catch up to you. "It's okay, Katsuki, I brought help. Everything is going to be--" you were cut short by a pair of arms grabbing and pulling you away from behind. "No! Stop! You have to help him!" you were knocked off balance and fell back. Above you was the Dead that grabbed you, cocking her head to one side as she looked you over upside down. 

"What are you doing!?" you croaked up to her as she reached down to grab you again. Only instead of a forceful grip she was almost gentle. She pawed at your shoulders trying to get a handle under your arms. She was trying to pull you away.

You turned your attention to the others that had made it to the scene a couple moments after her. They were doing the same, only to Katsuki. One didn't have very fine motor skills as he tried to capture the body's ankles. One of the more capable ones grabbed Katsuki's left arm while the last had a grip on the waist of his jeans. 

You looked back up at the Dead that tried to keep you out of the way, "I can help." you shook your head, an acknowledgment to her that you understood they were here to help. 

Her head swayed a moment before she took a shuffled step back from you.

Standing, you took place at Katsuki's right shoulder, hooking one arm under his and the other under his waist. 

The hustle back had you overheating and worried your companions' bodies might give out on them too. 

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You sat in a wooden chair across from the couch Katsuki was laid out on.

After you'd directed the others to place him there, they kind of went back into a blank mindless stare. 

After the first day, they drifted off back into their respective yards, or just nearby. You didn't bother locking the gate again. If they could show that much humanity, you felt wildly uncomfortable treating them like exhibits at a zoo. 

Katsuki wouldn't be happy about that. He'd tell you that it was stupid and unsafe. You would welcome the earful if he would just come back. 

On the second day, you grabbed the comforter from his bed and sat over him in your chair. You'd hardly leave him a moment for anything save for food or a bathroom break. 

You'd fallen asleep after trying to keep your eyes open the night before.

When you came to, he was still there.

"Bakugo?" no reply. 

"Katsuki." silence.

Your eyes were becoming cloudy from the tears and sleep. Mindlessly, you stood and slotted yourself between his body and the cushions that made up the back of the couch. You were out of plans, you were just so tired and alone. 

You sat in a tub of water. It was warm and inviting. You slid your body further into the slow pulsing waves until all of you were submerged. You listened to the sound of your own heart beating in your ears.

Lubb-Dub-Lubb-Dub.

 Everything was peaceful and weightless. You opened your eyes to see through the crystal clear endless ocean above you. A silhouette appeared, and you could see a familiar blonde with piercing ruby eyes. A dozen or more arms slid into the water to embrace you, his arms. They swathed around every inch of you as they hoisted you out of the water and into his warm beating chest. 

Lubb-Dub-Lubb-Dub.

The ocean around you caught fire and the smell was sickly sweet, But in his embrace, you felt no pain.

Lubb-Dub-Lubb-Dub.

On the third day, he awoke.

Lubb-Dub-Lubb-Dub.

Covered in sweat and heat, his eyes jolted open as he gasped for air.

On the third day, He awoke with you by his side, where he knew he'd want you to be for the rest of his life.

On the third day, Bakugo Katsuki awoke with a heartbeat.

Lubb-Dub-Lubb-Dub.

[doodlejoops]

A ref sheet I put together for Kacchan’s facial scars in DEADICATION!

[undermine-the-instinct]

When We Begin Again

Bakugou x Sniper!Reader Chapter One

《 No Quirks Zombie AU》

Chapter one of my riseofthedeadcollab, by @medusashima is here!! Took me long enough

Warnings: Foul language, world typical injuries. Wc: 7.4 K

About: Japan has fallen under the weight of the apocalypse, but three prestigious colleges remain as sanctuaries, trying to take back the world they once knew. But something strange is happening in the depths of the city, and Bakugou doesn't know what this could spell. He has enough to deal with Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu's powerplays. But he at least knows (hopes) you're strong enough to protect yourself.

It's a fucking shitshow out there.

It's a fucking shitshow everywhere else too really, but fuck this really takes the cake.

Across from him, hiding behind a wall, Kirishima meets his eyes. A horde of those nasty motherfuckers were in the corridor ahead of them, standing in between them and the plexiglass holding all the medicines that they needed. Either they run, and they could outrun these shits, the exit isn't too far off and Sero still has the car still running, or they take a chance and start blasting.

And they really need this fucking medicine, so there's really only one answer.

In sync, they raise their guns, take aim and start shooting.

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"We just grabbed as much as we could carry, we made sure we got you that asthma pump and your damn allergy medicine too, so here." Kirishima finished pulling out all the bags they brought and filled, and Sero got out of the car to lean against its side, lit cigarette in hand. Bakugou wrinkled his nose.

"Put that shit away man. Your teeth are already too fucking long, you trying dye them shits yellow now too?"

"Fuck off man," Sero chuckled, tapping the cigarette off so the ashes fell to the ground.

"You know these aren't allowed in the compound, so let me de-stress for a minute."

"Like you were the one fighting off hordes of zombies?" Kirishima grinned, canine sharp. The early morning sun was just cresting, bright and gold and warm. The light slipped over buildings and between the cracks of buildings, and Bakugou noticed how they made all his scars shine softly.

"There's a reason I'm the driver between us three. You keep bumping into shit and fucking up the car, and anger issues over here keeps trying to run over zombies."

"If I see one of those fucks I'm gonna kill it."

"You don't swerve and speed down a highway just to kill one or two. We need to conserve gas, it's a limited resource."

"It's always been stupid."

"Well, I'm still fucking awesome. I was driving and shooting down the ones that were chasing ya, like a movie. If that ain't badass I don't know what is."

Bakugou grinned, and held up his fist for Sero to pound it.

"Yeah, you came in clutch there."

One of the residents got in the car and honked, and Sero pushed himself off so they could start driving the car back to the garage, to check for any damages.

"You think Jiro and her team got back yet?"

"They left before us, and we've been gone for a couple of days, let's go check."

As soon as they step inside they strip down to their briefs in the corridor, and the cleaning unit takes their clothes to be washed and disinfected. Paramedics check their bodies for any wounds, namely scratches or bites, and when they've been cleared, they're disinfected and given new clothing, they head straight to the shower stalls.

Bakugou is done in ten minutes, and he waits outside for the other two to hurry the hell up, toweling his wet hair.

After that, they make their way over to their captain's quarters, knock, and they are let inside.

Aizawa Shouta is an imposing man, dark hair and one blood red eye. With his eye patch and prosthetic leg and slight stubble he looks like a man that takes no shit. And he is.

Which is exactly why Bakugou respects him, even before he got those injuries and before he was his captain, and just his professor.

"How did it go?" He doesn't look up from all the forms and papers on his desk but they respond all the same.

"We visited all the pharmacies on the West coast of the city, I believe we have more than enough to hold us down sir."

"All the pharmacies?"

"Most were already ransacked, probably by the other camps or sanctuaries," Kirishima explained.

"The only ones that were still mainly full and intact were closer downtown, towards the inner city. These had plexiglass we had to break to get in."

"Downtown is more infested, though we've managed to quell it some. How many zombies were there?" They shared a look at one another, and returned to their salute.

"Mainly four or five in each, sir. We left before more could arrive due to the sound of the gunshots.The last one however had at least fifteen, and a couple crawlers." Only now did he pause, and put down his pen, stare them down with all the exhaustion in his remaining eye.

"A couple crawlers? How many did you kill?"

Bakugou spoke up. "Around six, at least. Only one managed to escape and that was because we were focused on escape sir. Sero ran over it over though so it shouldn't be able to move much to do anymore shit."

"They only arrived after we killed all the regulars and had the bags mostly full. Bakugou held them off while I finished packing, then we hauled ass and ran to the van. That's when we used the shotguns to kill off the ones chasing, while Sero drove."

Aizawa stared them down over his stapled hands, and they stood still in their little line, backs and shoulders straight.

"....You ransacked the place?"

"No. Bakugou left some supplies scattered around." Three pairs of eyes turned to him, and he had to fight the urge to scoff.

"Not everyone lives in a compound or wants to join one. Doesn't mean we need to hog all the shit to ourselves." Aizawa's face didn't change but there was an approval there.

He sighed and unclasped his hands, back to his papers.

"What else do you have to report?"

"Nothing, sir. The number of zombies seems to be the same, with numbers increasing the more you go downtown. We noticed more Shiketsu markers though, they've expanded their territory." Aizawa sighed, and nodded.

"Yes, Jiro's team noticed that as well. They're growing, and fast too. Commander Nedzu had scheduled a meeting with them in your absence, and it's today at five. It would be good to attend."

"A meeting? What for?"

"Hopefully, an alliance." Three pairs of eyebrows rose in astonishment.

"Those Shiketsu bastards are stingy as fuck. Do you really think that they'd agree to an alliance?"

"They're small, but only in territory. And Ketsubutsu is in the same position, so they might ally with one another instead. They are just as, if not more desperate for shelter and food and medicine as we are. It's a good chance they'll be open to it, with Yuuei, with all the people and resources we have. There are strong fighters there too, and they'll do well within our ranks."

"Strong fighters yeah, until they decide not to cooperate or pick a fight or somethin'. What do we get out of that then?" His eye flashed, and the guys flinched back into position.

"They are humans, just like us. They're trying to survive any way they can, and with the way the world has fallen to ruins, it would do good for you to remember that we are not very different. We need to band together to survive. Now if that's all you have to report, I'll see you at five." They nodded their heads, and left the room without a word.

The compound was huge, and always near bustling, at least away from the captains quarters. People were on schedule, and followed it religiously; maybe having something to do constantly took their minds off the horror the world had turned into.

The cafeteria was decently full, and they immediately spotted Jiro's team in the far corner. Denki and Mina waved excitedly when they caught sight, and Jiro raised her half a bagel with a nod. Bakugou immediately zeroed in on the black bruise around Mina's eye, and the way that Jiro tilted her head, so her bangs could hide her cheek, and probably a bruise. They took a tray, got in line, and flashed their cards for authentication.

"Man, doesn't this remind you of highschool?" Bakugou gave Mina a look as she cut him off before he could say anything, and she swirled her spoon in her little yogurt, a fond smile on her face when the boys sat down at their table.

"No, not really. It's the asscrack of Dawn and you were always late, so we never had breakfast together."

"We did sometimes." Mina pouted at Sero.

"Once in a blue moon you mean."

"What time did you guys get back?" Kirishima asked, a mouthful of food.

"Like, an hour or two ago. We would've gotten back quicker but the van ran out of gas."

"Oh shit, what did you do?"

"Had to go to a gas station and fill up the gallon. Only a couple stragglers there so we were able to kill 'em' and get back. Not many zombies on the highway, you know?" Denki shrugged. His hands were bandaged, and there was a scrape on his cheek. They all looked a little fucked up.

"You look like you got socked in the face pinky." Mina huffed at him but it was true. Her normal complexion, dark but kinda pinkish and warm, was pale, like she was an undead, and she had the nastiest ringer around her right eye. She immediately scowled.

"That's because I was."

"What, do the zombies know how to box now?" Sero chuckled.

"No, but that Shiketsu bitch I found going through our supplies does." The smile fell from his face, and that immediately had their attention.

"What?"

Mina sighed, and moved to tell the story.

"We were all fucking exhausted so we stopped to get sleep. Denki and I went to kill any zombies around and Jiro was setting up the traps and making sure we still had connection to contact the compound. I get back first and find this blondish bitch going through our shit so I immediately call her out, you know?" They nodded along and she continued.

"Anyways, she tried to run but I tackled her and we ended up fighting. I guess her teammates thought she was being attacked by zombies because they came running, and Jiro and Denki came running too and we all got in a fight. They ran but they still took like, two bags of supplies."

"And you're sure they were Shiketsu?"

Denki nodded.

"Yeah. After I punched a guy I saw those button things they wear. They all had one. It was dark so we couldn't really see their faces, but we saw those things."

Sero clicked his tongue, and stabbed his fork through his scrambled eggs.

"And we're supposed to meet these guys for an alliance?"

"What meeting? Alliance?"

"Shiketsu has been slowly expanding its territory. Commander Nedzu thinks it'll be good to join and combine what we got."

"It's not that bad an idea." Jiro shrugged, her gangly earrings swishing with her hair.

"More territory means we have more space for compounds or gardens or livestock. Make routes and expand human territory. Shiketsu got some hard hitters too, obviously, so we could go on more missions."

"And raids." The table looked at Kirishima, who didn't look up from his plate.

"Kirishima…"

"Even I'm not that suicidal sharkteeth."

"But it's viable. Slowly, we can get more ground, maybe even join other compounds. Take the city back."

"That shits not gonna happen. Not in our lifetime at least."

"Listen man," Kirishima put down his fork, a little forcefully.

"All I'm saying is that there is a chance, and I'm gonna believe in it. Gotta have some kinda hope in this fuckfest. Otherwise, what's the point of going on?"

No one really had a reply to that. They all looked at each other, haggard and tired, and continued eating.

Denki gathered the trays and bowls and utensils from everyone, and Bakugou was too tired to even protest, like he would usually do. He just nodded his thanks and Denki smiled wanly.

"Oh, did you hear if Izuku's team is back yet?"

"Hatsume received a message from them, they should be back by noon."

"They left before us, what took them so long?" Kirishima asked.

"We'll see when they get here."

With that, they separated. Men and women were split, even those with private dorms, and they each went to their respective sides, ready to catch some sleep before chores. Bakugou however made a detour, and walked the steps to the highest floor. From there he flashed his card, authority granted, and stepped outside to the roof.

It was like those rooms that castles would have for their archers, to shoot mainly unseen in case of attack. It was like that now, but with snipers instead of archers, no ceilings.

From this high up he could see plenty of the compound, the farmers starting to work in the gardens and fields and take care of the livestock, or people running to and fro carrying cargo. He was willing to bet a good chunk was what he and his team brought, and Jiro's. The sky was clear and the sun was bright, the wind crisp and choppy. But that wasn't what he was here for.

The compound had three snipers per wall. Each sniper was trained, best of the best, and took shifts watching the wall and shooting stray zombies, alerting the compound if there was a horde approaching. It was also their job to hold them off as long as they can in this case.

Bakugou walked over, quiet, careful to not disturb the other two snipers at the ends of the wall. This early in the morning all sound was echoing and loud, his breath the hiss of smoke after explosion.

He kneeled down, and gazed through the tall, vertical window.

She didn't move from her position, hands still and eyes steady. Her breathing was rhythmic and she made no sign to acknowledge his presence.

"...Theres one of those fucks right there." A blink from her wide eyed stare was the only acknowledgment. She probably already knew. One second, two, three, while the zombie approached the wall, and a bang! The thing fell dead.

She rolled her shoulder from the recoil, and went back to her gun.

"What's the score?"

"...Timothy has eight, Matthew's got twelve."

"And you?"

"Fourteen."

"That's my girl." Bakugou held out a granola bar, one of the soft ones, and she moved her head to take a bite. Bakugou brushed her hair out the way.

"How long have you been here?"

"I've been taking the deadman shift along with my normal ones." He felt a tick in his jaw.

"Fuck, you're gonna wear yourself ragged."

"I was worried about you."

She probably was. She probably watched their van leave too, from her post all the way here, and probably waited to watch them come back.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"No." Bakigou sighed and adjusted himself on his haunches, muscles aching.

"How did it go?"

"We had to travel farther into town, since most of the pharmacies were already ransacked. We got what we needed and then some, and came back."

"Got into any trouble with anybody?"

"You heard what happened with Jiro's team?"

"Nah," and now a smile spread across her face.

"Mina and Denki came out yelling and hollering as soon as they came out of the van, cause Momo was the one to come and greet them. Jiro was the only one not looking to get babied."

"Momo must've shit herself out of worry." Her lips pursed.

"Crude. Wouldn't you be worried if your lovers came back bruised and limping?"

"Jiro and Denki looked fine to me, and Mina only had a ringer. Who was limping?"

"Jiro was limping some but not too bad, I think it was just some swelling."

"Okay." They stood in the silence, feeling the morning sun's rays and the wind through their hair. She clicked her tongue and adjusted her rifle.

"What is it?"

"The wind's choppy. Its fucking up my aim, I gotta adjust constantly."

"You got that one bitch good." Already the body was being taken away by people in hazmat suits, leaving only a trail of blood that would soon to be washed away. She smirked.

"'Cause I'm just that good."

"Course you are." Bakugou held out the bar and she ate from it, eyes in front but head turned to him. When she finished he brushed his hand over her mouth, wiping away the crumbs. She kissed his thumb as he drew it back.

"What time does your shift end?"

She smiled bitterly.

"I still got an hour and some change. I'll meet you at your dorm so get outta here." Bakugou sighed, but he was tired. He stood up, and dusted himself off.

"Fine. I checked your schedule, you also got kitchen duty today, at three, so don't forget that, pistol. Hurry up so you can sleep." She smiled at the familiar nickname. This entire time, her eyes never left the distance.

"I won't baby. Get some sleep, I'll be there."

Bakugou trudged his way back to his private dorm, his body suddenly weighing twice it normally did. Which didn't say much since he could easily lift twice his body weight but he just wanted to get to bed, okay?

Sleeping in car seats or the back of a van these last couple of days, wary of zombies or stray packs of humans that could try to attack, it left him tired. He could've groaned at the softness of his bed, the clean, warm sheets and all the extra pillows that Pistol always hogged. In minutes, he was out.

He only woke up seemingly a few minutes later, by hands reaching around him, familiar and calloused. Blindly he reached, and pulled her to his side, and she latched on to him. He groaned at the warmth, but held tighter when she tried to move back.

"Oh sorry, are you in pain?"

"No, just get back here woman." She let him pull her back, but her hands skittered where his shirt had ridden up.

"You got a couple bruises. You can go to the nurses later."

"Hm."

"Get an ice pack or compress or something."

"Mmhm."

"...I was worried, y'know?" He rubs her shoulder, and she lets out this little sigh, one of those little sounds he won't stop thinking about for days afterwards. The kind of sounds he replays in his mind in every raid, every mission, every night you're not in his arms. It keeps him calm.

"I know. I'm always gonna come back though. Just gotta do what needs to be done, y'know?"

"I know."

Silence creeped back in, slow like molasses, but you've never been one for sweet.

"I'm kinda tired of just doing that though, you know. Just what needs to be done."

"The fuck you mean?" Katsuki cracked an eye open, and lifted his head a little to look down.

"No, no, it's just….is this all there's gonna be?"

"It's an apocalypse baby. Compared to the rest of the world, we're living in paradise right now. We got food, medicine, shelter, animals, clean water, weapons–"

"I know, I know!" You shoot up, till you're sitting up and staring down at him.

"I've just been….it just that, I'm …." You fumble with the words, stumbling over your tongue like two left feet on a dancefloor.

"....I'm just so tired Katsuki." Yeah, he's not having that. He pulls you up and over and sits up himself, leaning over till his forehead rests against yours.

"You've been taking too many shifts. You're burnt out."

"No, I'm–"

"Yes, you are. Or you're going to be. You've been taking the deadman shift, youre regular shift, and then breakfast duty every day since I left. On top of all the other jobs you got assigned too."

"It's easier to sleep that way. Too tired to worry."

"You do that anyway baby." He shakes his head against yours, and that makes you giggle. "I'm gonna walk you over to Granny Chiyo when we get up, get you checked up. Get you to stop asking for so many shifts."

"You're such a hypocrite Katsuki." But you bury your face in his shoulder, so he knows you're gonna give in.

"I'll get some patches too, alright? And some pain relief. Ugh. Nagging woman, is that good enough for you?"

"Yes, this will appease me for now," You chuckle. He feels the rumble through his skin.

"For now? Greedy little bugger." He mushes your face away while you laugh and try to press closer, straining your arms to reach him while he keeps you at bay. The smile on his face is delighted and sharp, and the corners twitch with every rise and snort of your laughter.

Finally, exhausted, you just grab his hand and fall back into the sheets, pressing the back of it against your cheek. You sigh again. Like a cat stretching, content and languid, like it came from somewhere deep in your chest. He feels something unwind in him.

"...I'm so glad you came back to me. Don't leave me, okay Katsuki?"

"I won't." He answers too fast, but you smile, press your mouth to his palm and mutter the words again.

"I don't know what I'd do if you left. Probably throw myself into a horde of undead or something."

"Don't fucking joke about shit like that." He grabs your face, gently of course, and turns your face to his. But you keep your eyes closed and keep smiling.

"You know Achilles and Patroclus? From the iliad? And the rewritten take? When Patroclus died Achilles gathered his ashes in an urn, which was usually the wife's job, and said to mix their ashes when he dies, so that they'll never be apart. Isn't that so romantic?"

Bakugou doesn't speak, he just watches you. You're slipping into sleep, and your breaths are slowing. You hold his wrist and rub small circles into his pulse point.

"....I'll wake you up in an hour." He'll actually wake you up in two; the mumbo jumbo coming out your mouth is proof you need it.

You don't reply, already gone. Bakugou picks you up so your head is on the right side of the bed, and follows you to sleep.

He doesn't think any urn would be enough to hold the both of you.

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He's not surprised to see how many people are here.

The captains are here automatically. Captain Aizawa, Captain Sekijiro Kan, and Captain Nemuri Kayama. They're spread around the room but he doesn't fail to notice how close they are to the windows, to Commander Nedzu. Who, in question, is preparing tea with a blasé smile on his face. His dark hair doesn't even gleam under the lights, and his eyes are purposefully kind but blank. Creepy.

Todoroki is here, and so is Ochako. Jiro. Deku is here too. Including him, it's the main team leaders.

Todoroki nods at him when he walks in, and Ochako barely does the same, steel focused and rubbing her wrists raw. Jiro smacks her hands away. It's Deku who comes up to him and pats his shoulder.

"Hey, I heard you went further downtown on your raid. Met a couple of crawlers."

"Yeah, we killed most of them before we had to abandon the place."

"Got what you needed?"

"Do you even need to ask, stupid Deku?" And he smiles, wan.

"We could've bumped into each other sometime. My team and I were downtown too."

"Why would you need to go downtown?" Deku looked tired. He couldn't have been back that long because the standard soap and disinfectant scent still clung fresh unto him. His hair was as wild as ever and bandages disappeared beneath the sleeve of his shirt. His face was pale, freckles standing stark against the pallor.

"Oi? You got hurt?"

Deku smiles, tired but reassuring.

"Just a tumble down a hill. Gravel, and stuff." Bakugou smells bullshit, but he sees the way Izuku closes himself off. He backs off.

Coincidentally, that's when Captain Hizashi walks in, with their guests in tow. It's only one adult, a lady with a bandana and mint green hair, and three others, a girl and two guys around his age. Less people than what he was suspecting.

"Shouta, how ya been! Long time no see, huh?" Captain Aizawa narrows his one remaining eye at the woman.

"Fukukado. I didn't expect you to be here."

"I came to propose my hand in marriage! Aizawa Shouta, will you-"

"No."

"Aw, not even a chance?"

"No." She deflates, but brightens up not two seconds earlier. Bakugou stands where he is, and takes in the other 'guests'.

A blonde chick, with a too deep neckline. Another blonde guy, but like, sandy blonde, with shaggy hair and somber eyes. The other…..looks like he could be Deku's older brother, or him himself, if he was taller with no freckles, and black hair. Deku 2.0 catches his eye and grins at him.

He doesn't like him.

"We expected to be entertaining Shiketsu, but it seems Ketsubutsu decided to join us." The room turns to the Commander, whose fingers tap, one by one on the tea pot, tap tap tap tap.

"Well, the more the merrier I say. Please sit! Let's start this meeting." The table is soon filled, and Bakugou is sat next to Jiro and Todoroki.

"First off, thank you for trekking all the way here for this meeting. You've shown your cooperation."

"So it was a test?" Nedzu looks at Deku 2.0, eyes gleaming.

"Yes. Your name?"

"Yo Shindo from Ketsubutsu. Head ranger."

"Pleased to meet you. And you two?"

"Camie Utsushimi! Team leader and part of communications. Shiketsu." He doesn't know where she got it or how she smuggled it in, but she blows a bubble and pops it, bright pink like her mouth.

"Nagamasa Mora. Team leader and assistant director. Shiketsu."

"And me! Captain Emi Fukukado, and Shouta's future wifey~From Ketsubutsu of course." She winks at Aizawa, who doesn't even roll his eyes, like when he catches any one of them acting stupid. It's clear they share history.

"The trek here wasn't anything arduous."

"Well, of course it wasn't." Utsushimi cuts Nagamasa off, elbows on the table.

"You didn't catch them trekking us from when we passed central?" The room quiets, and Nagamasa clears his throat.

"Yes, but I was being polite, Camie."

"But there's no need to be so stiff now, yeah?"

"It's called having tact, Camie…"

"I'd prefer if we simply got to the point of this meeting." Fukukado cuts in, spreading her hands on top of the table. Her body language was open, but less playful.

"Of course, but we were supposed to discuss an alliance with Shiketsu, and not Ketsubutsu," Captain Sekijiro grumbles. "Frankly, this meeting doesn't concern you as you shouldn't be here."

"But it does, which I'd like to bring up. But first, a proposal." This kid must've tried going for a business major, because Deku 2.0 reeks of cockiness and self importance. He even adjusts his collar for fucks sake.

"Which is?"

"Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu have decided to join together. We've decided to extend the offer to Yuuei, proposing an alliance, as well as a sort of joint mission between us three." He smiles, swarmy.

"Just to see how well we work together. A trial run, if you will."

Yuuei is stunned into silence and exchanges looks amongst one another.

Yuuei, Shiketsu, and Ketsubutsu were the top three schools in the country. Heavily endorsed, large grounds and campuses and funding for extracurriculars. Always rivaling one another, but Yuuei was always at the top. It's why so many people fled here when the virus spread.

First, the students and staff and their families. People in the immediate vicinity. Pets. Then Yuuei needed to strategize. They were just accepting everyone even if they have a limited food source. So they needed a plan. Yuuei was backed by water, and they built filters so they had a reliable water source.

They turned the sports fields into farms and accepted priority people; people with useful skills like plumbing or gardening or mechanics. Deku had protested. Bakugou had protested louder. "The idea of priority puts people on the scale of worth and value. All people deserved to be saved," Deku had said. "All people are worth the same. All people bring value."

What Bakugou never told him was that he saw the logic. It was an apocalypse. They needed to be smart. "All people are valued at the same worth." No, they weren't. But all people are worthy and are owed the chance to be saved. That's what he believed. Some people just saved more people than others, that's all.

Eventually, after a couple months, they were able to import a couple cows and pigs and goats, from a family who lived in the open countryside. A team had gotten lost, stranded on a scouting mission out of the city, checking radio towers, and found the family. There were only two families left there, the others were infected and they had killed them and they couldn't take care of the rest of the animals by themselves. It was a lucky break and now, nearly three years later, they have a good sized amount of cattle.

People needed a balanced diet, and vitamins could only go so far. Milk, cheese, eggs, meat–compared to other shelters having these items made them a sanctuary.

Literally. Japan's government, when they got over their collective pants shitting, started sending out the military. They declared the three schools sanctuaries. They provided weapons, and some training, and tasked them all with expanding their territory, and taking back the city and open land. A task far easier said than done, especially when the crawlers started appearing. Regular zombies could die with enough blood loss or a severed brainstem.

Crawlers needed a couple bullets to the brain, at second best. They could still come back. Only a completely severed head could make a crawler stay dead. Hard as fuck for one or two, but more than that? Essentially impossible without insane luck, skill and aim.

'I bet Pistol could do it.' Bakugou thought.

"Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu are allied? When did this happen?"

"Around a month ago." Fukukado smiled at Captain Nemuri.

"Guess your intelligence isn't up to speed." Hizashi's mouth twitched in a grimace but he smothered it. Jiro's grimace however was not as well hidden.

"...Midoriya." The man startled when Commander Nedzu spoke in that warm, calm voice. His hands were steepled over his cup, tea which he hadn't offered the guests.

"Yes, Commander?"

"You've only just returned from your mission. I'd like to hear your report now."

"Yes sir." Deku stood, and placed his hands behind his back, shoulders straight.

"Five days ago, my team, Mineta, Hagakure, Shoji, Aoyama, Tsuyu, and I were sent on a mission to update the markers and communication wires further downtown. It was a delicate mission, checking the wires and shelters along the way, avoiding undead hotspots." The captains nodded along as he spoke. They probably already heard all this.

"We reached the wires and spent the next few days checking and repairing the ones that were damaged. Which ones exactly are in the written report. Two days ago we upset a previously unknown undead Hotspot. Most of them were crawlers." The room tensed, and the guests who were lax and listening, tensed and straightened.

"Mineta and Aoyama are some of the best marksmen we have. They held them back while Shoji cut the ones that got past. Tsuyu and I rushed to replace the wire we were on, and then we joined the others and brought down the pack. Hagakure held down the van."

"Hah? Really? You guys took down a pack of crawlers?" Yo Shindo laughed, staring down Deku like a kid telling a tall tale. Bakugou sneered.

"It takes our captains a hard time with a couple of crawlers, and I bet yours too. But a group of dropout college students somehow took down a pack? Stop the bullshit," He laughed.

Deku stared at him, and yeah, the resemblance was fucking creepy. Without a word or preamble, he took off his shirt, and the muscle tee underneath.

He had plenty of scars, they all did, but what caught Bakugou's attention was the bruise patches all along his back and ribs, the bandages wrapped around his waist, blood peeking through. He unwrapped the one on his left bicep, and a gasp hissed through his teeth.

"A crawler bit me. Tsuyu cut the flesh away and disinfected it as fast as she could. I got proper treatment when we got back."

The wound was closed, the stitches were precise and uniform, but red and deep and angry, it would leave a deep dark scar. The kind with ridges and bumps and dips and edges that looked shiny in the light. It looked vicious.

Tsuyu didn't have to just cut the flesh away. She had to dig, and carve below the infected flesh just to make sure she got it all. He could've died from crawler, or regular infection, shock, bloodloss. Or even hitting his head wring tumbling down a hill.

Deku's green eyes, bright and uncanny, met Shindo's.

"Of course, we all wore our body cams too so we have footage, though that's confidential. You'll need to be a part of support and communications, or fill out a form to see them." Shindo kept eye contact, but his jaw ticked when he swallowed. Ochako stood and helped rebandage the wound with a soft glare, and Deku met his eyes when he redressed.

"I did fall down a hill. I just forgot to tell you it was with a crawler biting into me."

"If an undead doesn't kill you Izuku I fucking will." He seethed, soft under his breath. Deku's face folds into that wan smile again. He looks like Auntie Inko.

"Yeah, I know."

"Bakugou's team also ran into some crawlers at a downtown pharmacy, so Aizawa told me," Commander Nedzu says.

"The front was already raided, so they moved further to the back, where they were. Crawlers prefer places long abandoned. Old apartment buildings, department stores and the like. The rise of crawlers in these recently raided, inhabited, or otherwise open spaces is odd. I'm sure you both have your concerns as well.

"Does this joint mission address these concerns?" Before Fukukado went on he asked,

"Does anyone in your alliance have the skills to take down a crawler? A pack of crawlers, if the situation should ever arise, again? Can any one of you deal with a crawler bite immediately? Intelligence tells me that neither of you have been going out on raids often." The Commander cut a look towards Fukukado.

"We've been finalizing the terms and conditions of our alliance," Nagamasa supplied.

"Yeah. And we thought we could set up a communicative wire in between Shiketsu and Yuuei actually. We're building one between Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu now." Utsushimi lolls her head.

"Even if we don't align, communication would still be ideal."

"Eradicating a couple known undead hotspots would also do some good, we could see how well we'd all work together." Fukukado waved her hands. What a clown.

"Nagamasa, yes? That folder you brought, what is it?" Captain Nemuri smiles encouragingly.

"Potential teams we could make, highlighting certain strengths and attributes."

"Hand it over, please?" He did, and Captain Hizashi moved to read over her shoulder.

"...How did you know Yaoyorozu and Jiro were in Communications?" Heads snapped up, and they shrugged.

"I was a traveling Substitute teacher, remember Shouta? I can guess how you utilized your kids." For the first time Shouta's face fell into irritation, and his eyes burned into Fukukado, who just smiled. Her eyes were sharp like knives, which Bakugou was sure she had hidden on her. Knives don't always have to be metal. They just had to be sharp.

"It's not like the kids are all complete strangers. Before the bullshit people would go places and meet people, like the central mall, or the parks, internships, regular ol' jobs, that sort of stuff. It's easy enough to guess."

It was a plausible enough excuse. Even he knew a couple people from the two schools. Bakugou turned his head, and caught Jiro, sitting stock still.

She was staring holes into the Utsushimi girl's skull, hands fisted under the table. The girl met her eyes, mildly confused, and they were in a sort of stare off.

Suddenly her eyes widened, and she smiled, slow. She blew a bubble, big and slow, and popped it, swiping her tongue out to collect it back into her mouth. It set off his anger meter, petty bubblegum cheerleader chicks like this one always did, and he scowled as she just smiled at Jiro. He had a guess to who she was.

"Yeah, you, we met before. You remember me. You were the one caught stealing from our van."

"Well, I am a team leader. I had to take an initiative and go for it. Make an example of myself, you know?" She didn't even try to deny it.

"Couldn't get your own shit? Had to be a thief and steal?"

"Aren't you technically stealing from everyone by taking from all these stores and pharmacies?" The girl huffed, her pout fading and something more genuine crossing her face. Irritation.

"I know you allow shelters in your territory for the people who don't want to align, but how much do you really give them? You raid and hog everything so people are forced to depend on you. I was just tipping the scales a little." That bubblegum fake smile was put back in place, and she waved her painted fingers at jiro.

"Be grateful your friend only got a black eye. And you, you only got a little bruise on your cheek! My team could have shot you, thinking you were undead."

"But that's not true, right?" Todoroki spoke for the first time, dual eyes zeroed in on the chick.

"You probably scouted them for a while and waited for them to run surveillance. Otherwise you all would have approached cautiously with weapons on hand.

"If you weren't sure if the van had undead, then that's what you would have done. If you did suspect and still went alone, that's just plain idiocy. Your team could have lost their leader." Todoroki looked her over, evaluating.

"And I don't think you're that dumb. You don't look stupid."

"Like you can tell." Bakugou muttered under his breath.

"I can. And she's not it." He still was staring her down with his two colored eyes.

"She saw the emblem on the van. She tracked them and waited to attack. She chose her steps carefully. It was all premeditated."

Utsushimi whistled and clasped her hands together, eyes lighting up.

"Wow, you're so smart! And you're like, super duper gorgeous, like, super model gorgeous. Wanna go on a date?"

"No."

"You're sure? I can make it worth your while…"

"Anyways," Captain Aizawa cut her off, the resemblance to another woman in the room probably made him antsy.

"Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu have made an alliance, and wish to extend the offer to Yuuei. Is that right?"

"Exactly." The four spoke at once, like it was rehearsed. Bakugou couldn't keep the sneer off his face, he was sure he looked like an asshole, but fuck that.

"You worry about our skill, but of course we have members that are skilled enough to deal with crawlers. Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu were not that far apart in terms of prestige." Nagamasa supplied.

"All three schools after all had elite students and faculty, so it's to be expected."

"Expected, but not assured. But that was before the apocalypse." Commander Nedzu spoke as he leaned forward, smile and clasped hands and all.

"Of course, we all had our fair share of exceptional students and teachers in our facilities. Our little rivalry was going strong, and for good reason. But this is the apocalypse and we are not students and teachers anymore." His eyes flashed, dangerous, soft.

"We are Captains. Lieutenants. Leaders. Rangers, scouts, foragers, doctors and cooks and nurses and stable hands and Commanders." Finally he unclasped his hands and raised his cup to his mouth. He frowned a hint, before dropping two sugar cubes in the tea.

"And I'm sure you both have your fair share of those, especially after merging together, so I'll leave you two to figure those sorts of things out on your own. To get yourselves situated." He shrugged. He was a small man, but there was nothing small about the way his smile stayed, but the warm (and fake) geniality faded with each word from his lips.

"After all, this meeting was for a discussion between my captains and team leaders and Shiketsu, and not a jokester and a couple of college dropouts and a thief. So if you may, I'd prefer someone more competent in the next meeting, which I will send a date for. I'll let Ketsubutsu attend next time if I'm feeling gracious. This meeting is adjourned."

Yuuei, Captains and leaders, immediately sprung up into salute, and Captain Hizashi immediately walked around the table to escort the four guests out.

Only the Utsushimi girl looked unaffected, poping her bubble with her arms above her head. Fukukado just pouted, while the guys grumbled and glared, with their hurt pride. Utsushimi shot a wink at Todoroki before she left, and there was an obvious release of tension once they left the room.

Captain Kan scoffed.

"What kind of power play was that? If they were going to try something so stupid they should have sent their Captains instead of children." He huffed.

"You seem to know that woman, Fukukado, right Aizawa?" Captain Aizawa sighed and rubbed his temples.

"We went to the same community college before we transferred to separate universities."

"She seems to have a crush on you huh-"

"Don't start Nemuri." Todoroki came up to his elbow. He didn't speak but he had that blank, expectant look on his face like he expected Bakugou to just read his mind.

"The fuck is it icyhot?" He tilts his head for him to follow, and he does, but not without grumbling.

Icyhot turns to him when they reach a private corner of the room.

"If this is about the blonde chick I don't want to hear it."

"What? No, I'm not talking about her. It's about the raids you and Midoriya went on. The crawlers."

"What about them?"

"My team and Ochako's noticed a few weeks back that people have been going missing from the unaffiliated camps around the borders. We couldn't check Shiketsu much less Ketsubutsu, but they looked dwindled too. I think…I think the disappearance of these people, and the hotspots has something to do with the crawlers."

"...Well fuck Icyhot, that's a crazy conclusion to come up to. You told the captains?"

"Told them, but they said that it's just a far-fetched theory. Hatsume in research and development said that it makes sense though." He sighs. "But she's been crazy since before the break."

"Why the hell are you telling me this?"

"Because most likely you're the one who'll be sent when Yuuei reaches out to Shiketsu and Ketsubutsu again," Todoroki grit his teeth.

"Deku is injured and Ochako and Jiro are on mandatory leave. And you know my Father doesn't want to send me out with all this...activity." he grit out.

Enji Todoroki, a long lasting politician. A ruthless man who was pushing his children to join the military and rise the ranks. His wife was institutionalized before the break, and her hospital was overrun by zombies. The eldest son, Touya, rushed in to try and save her, but his body was never recovered. Neither of them were.

"He thinks he's protecting me. Now," he scoffed,"now after all these years…"

"At least he's trying. Making shitty amends for how he raised you lot growing up, yeah? Better now then never. Late paternal instincts I guess."

"How is what he's doing to us any different than what he did to my mother?" His voice was so stone cold Bakugou almost expected mist to come from his breath. Bakugou shrugged. He didn't know. He was just sick of this meeting already. He still had work to do.

"Hell if I know icyhot. But if you go along with his shit, at least for now, he might ease up or somethin'. He's one of our main benefactors so we can't lose his support." He pats his shoulder, kind of awkward, but Todoroki showed no sign of acknowledgement. He started to walk away.

"I'll fight to be put on the roster, but there's no guarantee. Enji has been trying to transfer me permanently to support and management."

"Stay on point, Bakugou." He smirked.

"When do I never?"

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He should be dead by now, or at least succumbing to the mindless and endless urge for human flesh. However, Izuku has to wonder as he touches his forearm's uneven and lacerated skin why he hasn't turned yet.

(In which calamity ravages their world and Izuku is taken in by a group of weary survivors who come together and by any means necessary, try to preserve.)

Chapter 1: Be Gone Dull Cage

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𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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The sound of their footsteps stomping down the ground and rustling behind bushes as they ran alerted any rotters nearby. Their lungs ache but they couldn't afford to stop now, not when there was a horde chasing after them. 

The horde wasn't right behind them but if they were to stop for a few minutes, they would catch up to the three. It seems like the more they eat the faster they get, almost like a human walking.

A pair of muddy red shoes, [color of choice] shoes, and black boots paced through the forest. They weren't exactly sure what part of the forest they were in, but they hoped they could see a road or homes nearby. 

With his pistol kept down, Izuku was leading the group to safety, avoiding any sense of danger. 

As for who was behind him, F/n slashed a rotter that came by with her machete. The rotter's head decapitated as it fell.

Behind her was Katsuki with a crossbow behind his back, and his pocket knife that F/n had previously given him. He scoffed when some of the rotter's blood sprayed at him and glared at the back of F/n's head as he wiped the blood off.

They come to a halt and crouch behind a berry bush, F/n, Katsuki and Izuku look at what's in front of them. Not much was in sight besides a few broken down cars and a road that went out for miles. 

"If we follow the road then there should be a cabin or a house." Izuku quietly told his friends. From the corner of his eyes he saw F/n nod and Katsuki whipping his head around for any danger. With their responses Izuku then stood up and motioned for his friends to follow as he could slightly hear the groans and growling. 

They ran next to the road and managed to stay covered by trees and bushes. It wasn't till maybe an hour or two when Izuku heard a river flowing by and eventually ran onto a bridge with a pile of cars—6 were present. They separated and searched inside the cars for any supplies. 

Their stomachs growled when they thought of food or anything nutritious. Not eating for weeks besides rodents almost made their minds go crazy. They craved for something more as a squirrel wasn't enough to feed them all. 

Izuku wiped the dust from a green car window so he could see what's inside. Apart from bags and luggages there seemed to be no danger. Searching inside the small tanned car he looked through the bags and found nothing but clothes and accessories. 

He then popped the trunk open for anything else. His mind had shut down for a moment when he saw a dead woman tied up and reaching her arms out for him. He quietly shut the trunk and moved to a different car. 

Inside a black truck, F/n rummaged through the owner's luggage. She sighed and rolled her eyes when her hands were met with clothes and photo albums. The bags also consisted of expensive jewelry like pearls. 

She turned her head to the rear mirror; her face was sweaty and she then noticed her ear. She grimaced as she looked at it; it wasn't bad as it was now healed, but a slice was cut out as a bullet graced it. Looking away she then exited the car and headed for the trunk but left when all she spotted was an extra tire. 

As for Katsuki, he stood a little farther from them, searching for the first car that seemed to block the rest. The red truck had dark tinted windows so it was hard to see inside. He tapped the driver's window and pressed his ear firmly against it to see if he could hear any growling or thumping. 

With no sound he opened the driver's seat and began searching for anything. Sitting in the driver's seat appeared to be a camping tool set. Katsuki grinned as he examined the set; two pairs of hunting knives, a combat knife, hatchet, pocket knife, and a headlamp with a pair of batteries. 

Though his grin fell when his eyes searched the backseat; a baby toddler car seat was placed behind the passenger seat. Blood coated the pink seat as a sippy cup laid in the middle of the backseat. He shut his eyes for a moment before exiting the car. 

Jumping onto the trunk, Katsuki removed a black tarp and saw luggages along with coolers. He opened each bag only to see clothes and accessories. He then opened the cooler, and a bottle of water along with spoiled food were inside. 

Putting the spoiled food aside and being careful to not touch any maggots, Katsuki grabbed every bottle and called his friends over. They each took one and heavily drank it, leaving no water behind.

The blonde then looked to the distance, his eyes brightening from the scene. He pointed and from afar, destroyed buildings stood along with some small ones. 

"You were right." F/n started.

 Katsuki then rolled his eyes, "'Course I am."

Letting out a content sigh, Izuku smiled, "Maybe this sanctuary you talked about is still standing. Maybe there’s still people out there." 

"A city like that, there has to be a horde. Just imagine how many dead are roaming, waiting for someone to pass by.” F/n said as she shielded her eyes from the sun. 

Katsuki shrugged, “We can do it. I'm done walking from place to place. If it weren't for those damn sons of bitches we wouldn't be here in the first place." 

Izuku agreed and nodded as he once again led the group forward and headed towards the city. 

With an hour passing, they had to take a detour as they city's entrance had barricaded the roads with concrete and on the other side were a few rotters with swat gear. Knowing they couldn’t take them all out due to not having strength, they took the longer way to reach the city.

Night had fallen, which the three were thankful for as it was hot earlier that day. They swore they could feel themself getting a sunburn. With nothing but their weapons on them, F/n and Katsuki followed Izuku.

Groaning for the hundredth time, Katsuki shoved his hands in his pockets, “Do you even know where you’re going, Deku?”

F/n swatted some bugs away, “I’m sure he knows otherwise he wouldn’t be leading. Unlike some people, he doesn’t wait until the last minute to tell us we’re lost.”

Katsuki sneered at her comment as he could tell it was meant for him. A month ago, he hadn’t noticed he turned in the wrong direction and it wasn’t until a few days later where he realized that they were lost.

Out of embarrassment, Katsuki didn’t say anything. Thankfully, Izuku noticed. Which is why he’s now leading the group.

Katsuki scoffed and quickened his pace, leaving the h/c haired girl behind, “Only happened once. Stop making it a big fucking deal.”

F/n rolled her eyes and also quickened her pace. After three months of running, their feet's ached and they were sure eyebags had begun to form from lack of sleep. They weren't certain if this sanctuary that Katsuki had mentioned was still alive, but they were sure that something was waiting for them.

[buriedaliens]

I made little Halloween designs of all mine and my partner's kitties